P.O.P. (Panic On The Planet)

God damn it this pandemic is satanic Panic on the planet but we still sharing shopping baskets So afraid of our fellow humans except when we go to Walmart They really know what they doin' No sign of a virus when you need to go buy some diapers, how convenient And Costco is packed like a Migos show every weekend The lockdown was such a blow to hip-hop We used to be like F*ck the police now all we say is Wap This ain't the world that I grew up in I miss the house parties and the clubs we all through up in I miss not giving a f*ck about what I touch Now my hands dry as f*ck from always washing them too much And you been wearing that same mask for months But you ain't worried about breathing in that CO2 and bacteria What the f*ck does it really matter when they spraying nano chips and changing the weather patterns Our source of information is monopolized and biased and meant to control the masses They sell it and then you buy it And it's working you're so compliant, experimental therapy sure let me try it And the people have gone silent as they honor and obey this new invisible tyrant